Quotes About Transformation

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se dio cuenta de que el paisaje del alma de una mujer podía cambiar con la misma velocidad que un mundo en guerra.

She heard the name. At first it meant nothing to her, just another sound. Then she remembered. She'd been Juliette. And Isabelle before that. And the Nightingale. Not just F-5491.

Then, I saw tragedy in it; now I see beauty.

But, as with Matthew, loss had rearranged her from the inside out.

We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.

I could tell you it was a Jean Valjean sort of stay and you would think it was romantic.

No había sido consciente de lo mucho que había necesitado un sueño, pero este la había transformado: ya no era la pobre Tully, huérfana y abandonada, sino una joven decidida a comerse el mundo. La meta restaba importancia a la historia de su vida, le daba algo a lo que aspirar, a lo que aferrarse.

The man who'd come home from war was not the same man who'd boarded the plane for Vietnam.

She felt lost within his arms and found, broken apart, and remade.

that in moments like this, it doesn't matter what you were born to be. It matters what you choose to become.

Somehow along the way, I let myself be erased,

Books change the world, I think.

maybe the best way to change your life is to look inside yourself. But that's harder to do, isn't it?

it's what's inside a person that counts. And sometimes, you have to walk through fire in order to find your true self. Maybe this is your fire.

You can't heal a heart that has been smashed to pieces; you can only move forward, doing your best to hold the shards together until they eventually form into something new.

There was something else, too, and I don't know why nobody talks about it. Marriage asks you to let go of a big chunk of who you were before, and that loss must be grieved. A choice for something and someone is a choice against absolutely everything else, and that's one big fat good-bye.

It's not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man's land between.

Everything ends. The natural order of things is immutable. Seed, flower, fruit, decline, death, decay. Seed. Each stage has its own drama and its own particular beauty. If you can see it, you can accept it. The parts are graceful, and so is the whole.

My new life was marking me. It was happening so quickly. There were intermittent spells of resistance, during which I'd pluck and moisturize and exfoliate, and then there was a period of grieving for my old self, who seemed to be disappearing toward the horizon, and then I relaxed into it.

We didn't need a new house after all. When something isn't working, you don't always need to tear down the whole structure. Sometimes you just pull down a wall, reinvent, put some new skin on the old bones. And it's lovely.

The mind is reluctant to embrace deep change, and will play devious games to maintain the status quo.

Ask, 'What's the meaning in this crisis? What's it trying to teach?' . . . Hard times can be gifts. They can force us to change and get us where we're meant to be.

Most important, through your mindfulness, you can break any chains of negative and abusive behavior that have been passed down through your relatives.